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swirls
cold wind biting on my cheeks and fingertips
as I rode away, tears streaking my face
a dismissal so profound as to shake me,
pull me, tear me from my joy
in another time, I'd thank you for that,
though now, wiser that I am, I will only thank myself
and my over-eager mind and heart for opening up
all I really wanted was your support,
a shoulder, a hug, a smile
an ear to listen, a word of praise
the depths I've traveled, with and without you
so many roads, many with no end
some simultaneous
shifting along, occasionally crossing yours
never did I leave your side
not really
even when forced to go, told, by you, to leave
tears can be a comfort, even at their worst
showing that you still feel, often at times when you thought yourself gone to such
grand delusions as being able to care anymore
all I want is to be happy
and for you to be happy for me
and for you to be happy
and for us to be proud of each other
cold wind biting on my cheeks and fingertips
as I rode away, tears streaking my face
a dismissal so profound as to shake me,
pull me, tear me from my joy
in another time, I'd thank you for that,
though now, wiser that I am, I will only thank myself
and my over-eager mind and heart for opening up
all I really wanted was your support,
a shoulder, a hug, a smile
an ear to listen, a word of praise
the depths I've traveled, with and without you
so many roads, many with no end
some simultaneous
shifting along, occasionally crossing yours
never did I leave your side
not really
even when forced to go, told, by you, to leave
tears can be a comfort, even at their worst
showing that you still feel, often at times when you thought yourself gone to such
grand delusions as being able to care anymore
all I want is to be happy
and for you to be happy for me
and for you to be happy
and for us to be proud of each other